Ebb and Flow
The blue main frame is still my favorite
How the currents rise and subside
Don't raise your nose in disgust my friend
There are more dimensions that count than just this.
Night and twinkle twinkle little satellite
I appreciate your prowess, your tigress your fight
But I sigh the same, balls out but I would like a breeze and a bird
Maybe something tasting of transcendental bo-heme-ia.
A cup of fancy, a drop of thank you.
It has been twenty years already. Half my life next month.
I am still the same but the stories on my desk have multiplied